Mila
"That sounds like a good idea, Finley. I feel like I should talk to her, since she knows I can't exactly hurt her even if I wanted to. Speaking of which, you might be a good negotiator too. If you want to, of course."
"Hey, you'll have bonding time! While trying to convince a crazy Diglett that she was a human once!" Yeah, yeah. Not my brightest idea.
I need to update these things more often
see you, space cowboy.
"Sure, I'll come with." Finley says, trying to hide how happy she was about it. She really wanted to talk with Jani. Anything that could help her with these delusions.
"After meeting with the King, or should we try to find her right now?"
Long live the New Bev.
We dare you to say his name
(After a brief walk, myself, Guy, and everyone else who wishes to meet with King Merq, arrive at the door to the place.)
Hello? We're here to see Mr. Merq.
edited 4th Aug '17 12:45:36 PM by Team42Larson
Tell....everyone....
The Best Worst Psychonaut
However, upon arriving at the Merchants' Councilhouse, Marlon may be surprised to find out that the door is unlocked; inside is a foyer, with a front desk.
"If you think like a child, you will do a child's work."
Konknitive Dissonance
Noriaki stroked his chin and commented, "I suppose his majesty was expecting us, given the unlocked door."
At the heart of the world...
[I step up to the door and push it open, the door making a very loud creak as it moves. I guess this is it: first impressions are everything, aren't they? Should I...should I smile?]
[I smile. No, don't smile, that would be weird. No smiling.]
"Hello," [I call.]
Meanwhile, in another shop, where that Wartortle said it would be, behind a door with a bell, a Malamar is working in near darkness near an old looking printing press, making pamphlets that, once finished, he discreetly files into a box underneath his work station.
The Best Worst Psychonaut
"GYAH!" a voice yelped from the other side of the rather long foyer, followed shortly by a *thump* against the marble floor and the sound of papers fluttering all around.
Soon, the source of the sounds became apparent; it was a Flaaffy, the same bespectacled one that had addressed Merqury a short while ago. She clambered back onto her seat, adjusted her specs and rearranging the papers that had been knocked to the floor. "S-sorry about that, sir! Uh... or ma'am. I-I wasn't expecting... I mean, everyone's preoccupied with... a-anyway, come in! Do you have an appointment?" she asked, still fidgeting about in her seat somewhat.
"If you think like a child, you will do a child's work."
We dare you to say his name
A member of our group received a letter from somebody who works here that Merq wanted to meet with us. Guy, care to fill her in a bit better?
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Purrloin Jani by shrubBird
*the bell of the Malamar's shop rings as Voxno-! enters the dark shop, coming on pretty strong* Hello? I'd like to buy a notebook! You're friends with that nice Wartortle, right?
Current WHABP alts: Jani (Sarah) the Purrloin, Hudson the Togetic. Tilly/Lilly (Digletts) are being Put on a Bus.
At the heart of the world...
[I walk down the foyer hall, slowly, taking in the architecture, then approach the Flaaffy at her desk. Again, shiny eyepatch.]
"Yes, the...head honcho here, if I can say that, requested to see us." [Wow...wasn't shaky, didn't really stumble on my words...keep going, I can work with this. I look to Guy as well, seeing, if Marlon's right, he's got the more specific reason as to why we're here.]
The King Without a Kingdom
Guy stepped up to the desk. "Yes, we'd like to request an audience with the king on approval from his Noivern advisor."
It's been 3000 years…
Former Human
I float over to the group.
“How long has it been? 23 days?”
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Dana has been with the group this whole time, yes, absolutely
off the shits
We dare you to say his name
(Figures. The Noivern I saw at the Hospital was this same one. I decide to not say anything and await the Flaafy to speak up again.)
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The Flaaffy raised a brow at the visitors... taking particular note of the weird eyepatch that the Smeargle was wearing, to the point that she zoned out a little. "...Uh, Head Honcho? ...King? Oh! You must mean the Chairgon!" she perked up, pulling her chair in slightly.
"I-I wouldn't worry too much about that. Common mistake. Y'see, he's actually, like... well, it's hard to explain, but just don't call him a king. Seriously. I called him a king once... that was not a good day. A-anyway, can I take your names? I'm assuming that the Noivern who found you was Ms. Ripley, right?"
"If you think like a child, you will do a child's work."
We dare you to say his name
Uh, I'm Marlon, and this is Guy, Noriaki, and...
(I tail off to name everyone else that's present.)
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Konknitive Dissonance
Noriaki bows as he's introduced.
At the heart of the world...
[I tip my "hat" and nod upon my introduction. I could have, perhaps, adopted the moniker of Keats once more, but it's simpler this way.]
[In all honesty, I kinda thought the "king" thing was just a nickname or something. Despite how little faith I place in it, there certainly wasn't any mention of a king as a leader...]
He glances over at the Unown, printing press still moving all on its own, his head draped in an inky shadow.
"...a notebook," he asks rhetorically, in an almost droning voice.
Not even stopping the press, not even moving a muscle, he psychicly lifts a blank, cork-leatherback notebook from a stack of them on his side of the room, placing it on the counter and leaving the room in an eerie state of calm.
"Will that be all?"
edited 4th Aug '17 2:02:11 PM by BlackMageAnolis
Purrloin Jani by shrubBird
*Voxno-! anti-climactically answers to the Malamar* Afraid so! Your friend sells some fantastic books! Can't wait to dive into them later! *though thinks for a moment* (Printing press...could she have been here? It's a longshot, but I have to try!)
Oh! Did you happen to see a little Diglett here recently?
Current WHABP alts: Jani (Sarah) the Purrloin, Hudson the Togetic. Tilly/Lilly (Digletts) are being Put on a Bus.
Well, it’s a badger, that’s for sure
Before anyone could introduce him, Andy bowed, stating, Carlo Verde, of the enlightened.
Huzzah
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The Flaaffy rather urgently wrote down everyone's names, muttering to herself and frequently raising her head to check what species they were before continuing.
"Snorlax, Dartrix, Gallade..." she muttered some more, reading it back and comparing it with another bit of paper that had been stuck to the table by her 'WORLD'S GREATEST DAD TRAINEE PERSONAL ASSISTANT' mug. She found herself examining the Dartrix a bit longer than the others, for some reason. That was a well-groomed feather he had.
"Well, I think... yeah, that's right! You're the humans he's been so excited about! Uh... r-right this way, everyone! The Chairgon's gonna be just squeeing at this!" she says excitedly, almost squeaking herself, as he got off her chair and headed in the direction of a nearby hallway. However, she was stopped in her tracks by a certain familiar figure.
"Thank you, Fan. I'll take over from here," said Ripley, standing tall.
"AH! R-Ripley, what are you- I mean, you're here! I was just about to take the humans to-"
"I know, but I think it's best I handled it. I understand how eager you are, but... well, all Personal Assistants must know restraint and tact. You saw how... temperamental the Chairgon is today. The last thing either of us want is for Lars to get another sweater to cry on..."
Fan fidgeted slightly, scratching her wool. "I... I understand, Ma'am."
With that, she rather glumly head back over to the desk, as Ripley turned to address the party; Guy in particular. "So, you followed up on my- our invitation. I trust you had little difficulty with the Pawniarmy, no? But... why talk when we can walk and talk? Please, follow me," she said, heading down the hallway.
"If you think like a child, you will do a child's work."
see you, space cowboy.
Finley looks over to Andy. "That's Andy. My name is Finley. We were told to come here for some reason?" She follows behind Ripley. She looks so familiar...
"Hey, do I know you from somewhere?"
edited 4th Aug '17 2:15:46 PM by BaconZorp
Long live the New Bev.
We dare you to say his name
(And "Carlo Verde", too. I honestly admire the guy but he's got quite the ego for being the smallest Pokémon in existence.)
Tell....everyone....
Blitzy....
Cyk introduces herself.
"Well, I'm Cyk. I'm a girl, by the way.used to be a boy, but doesn't really matter now."
Just made a server on discord.Come join me.
*internally, Jani is using every ounce of her diminished self-control to not to make the first strike. it's aided somewhat by the understanding that there's no chance in hell she could win*
*once she can get a word in edgewise, the first thing Jani says is* Mongrel? *a mildly maniacal grin envelops her face, as Jani starts spouting her delusions at Belladonna* I'm sure you've heard the tale about the Eloi and the Morlocks, but that's pure propaganda, I assure you.
*slowly getting a bit closer to Bella, and perhaps fueled by her delusions of superiority, Jani continues, while maintaining eye contact and believing everything she says* Unlike the medieval cesspit you surface dwellers call home, the underground is a paradise of technological achievement! Cars, computers, cell phones, drills that run on their own, genetic engineering, the internet, Star Trek...
*looking a bit to the side of Bella, Jani asks herself in a more hushed, forlorn tone* I wonder why I ever left to begin with...
*giving a coughAHEM, Jani looks directly at Bella before continuing with a less maniacal but more confident grin* I suppose I'm boring you with concepts you couldn't hope to grasp, so to get to the point...a "vector"...
*Jani's face breaks slightly as she's not sure how to describe it, given she missed both the Dras-Il and Yamaropu battles, but then she semi-confidently answers Bella's question* A vector, as the name implies, is one who spreads disease — often one of the earliest, in fact..."patient zero" as it's also called.
While I wasn't around when our group fought the first two vectors, what I do know is this... *her eyes narrow as she doubles down on her accusation* Unlike common disease vectors, VA vectors spread it willingly...and purposefully.
And that is you, no matter how much you try to pretend.
edited 4th Aug '17 11:44:18 AM by sarysa
Current WHABP alts: Jani (Sarah) the Purrloin, Hudson the Togetic. Tilly/Lilly (Digletts) are being Put on a Bus.